KASAZILE

A Thin  Dissociation Scene 1 Early at dawn. The sun is stretching, breathing morning's fresh air and forming tall shadows. Tall glassy buildings are reflecting the beautiful sunrise with bright red-orange twinkles. The restaurant is glowing with its yummy yummy advert decor. Inside the restaurant, Ms Kamau is dusting her office, attends to a client, gives her key and leads her to a room... Upon her  return, she finds Karanja and the police officer waiting at the reception. Ms Kamau: Morning gentlemen, you need a room? Officer: Not really. Karanja: Any whereabouts of Mr Omollo? Ms Kamau : Can't disclose my client's information with an empty hand just like that. Karanja: An empty hand? Officer: You want to be charged with attempting to bribe the law? Ms Kamau: Am I not rich to get away with it anyway like they normally do? Karanja: Where there's money; most likely, justice is served well. Officer: Enough of your justices. Tell us if you've hard from him lately. Ms K...

  SCENE 1 (Karanja Wairimu accompanied by a police officer walks inside the restaurant, rings a bell at the reception desk. After few minutes, Ms. Kamau walks in). Officer: We are in pursuit of a debtor on the run. The last time his phone was on, GPS pointed on this restaurant.  Karanja: His name is Omollo Binairo. Ms. Kamau: (Flips a book, scans through, pauses) Sorry for that. Seems like Omollo Binairo checked out minutes ago. Karanja: Is he coming back? Receptionist:  I don't know but you can check back. Officer:  Alright. You can call this number, (gives her a card) that is if you see him. Ms. Kamau: Alright, will look into that. Karanja: Well, thank you. (Officer and Kamau walk out speaking without being heard, as they disappear in the streets, Ms. Kamau looks disturbed, stands a little as if she's thinking of something, she then dials the cellphone on the reception desk, while holding the cell to her ear, Omollo walks in. She hangs up and places it back to it...

Beyond Constriction ACT 1 Mid evening In Nairobi 2016 Scene 1 (It's mid evening in Nairobi at Afya Center front street; the street is busy with congested urban Nairobi buses and people are walking up and down, shop to shop, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their matatu  by force. Opposite the bus-station, there stands a restaurant decorated with chs and chicken offer ads. Inside room UO17, Omollo; a tall dark tall and well built man dressed a black suit and his face covered with beards. He had just arrived and after surveying the street through the window, he grabs a suitcase behind the door, puts it on the bed and starts unpacking. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a revolver and loads it a bullet.) Omollo: I can't take it anymore! (He puts the gun to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat) (Door knocks, he puts the gun back in the suitcase and gets the door. Upon o...